YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES

A STUDENT OR STRIPPER? (4)

TRINITY.

I walk to him and he pulls me onto his lap, straddling him. This time there's nothing between us but his clothes, and I can feel how hard he is, his c**k pressing against my bare p***y through his jeans.

"You're overdressed," I say.

"Fix it."

I start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing hard muscle and scattered tattoos I never would have guessed at. My hands explore his chest and he makes this low sound that goes straight between my legs.

"You like touching me?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Good. Because I'm going to let you touch me anywhere you want. And then I'm going to return the favor."

I finish with his shirt and he shrugs it off. Then his hands are on me, sliding up my thighs to grip my ass, guiding me to grind against him.

"Can feel how wet you are," he groans. "Soaking through my jeans. You want my c**k that badly?"

"Yes—"

"Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you inside me. Want to feel you. Want you to f**k me until I can't remember my own name."

"Jesus Christ." He stands, lifting me with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. "Bedroom. Now."

He carries me down a hallway into a massive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. He lays me down and I watch as he strips off his jeans and boxer briefs.

His c**k springs free and I actually gasp.

He's huge. Thick and long and already leaking, and I want it so badly I'm trembling.

"Like what you see?" he asks, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking slowly.

"You're really big."

"And you're going to take every inch." He climbs onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs. "But first I need to taste you properly. Last time was rushed. This time I'm going to take my time."

He spreads my legs wider, thumbs opening me up, and just looks for a moment.

"Prettiest p***y I've ever seen," he murmurs. "Already swollen and dripping. All for me."

Then his mouth is on me and I arch off the bed.

"Oh god—Damien—"

He eats me out like a man starving, tongue licking through my folds, finding my c**t and sucking it into his mouth. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, and I'm writhing against his face.

"Taste so f*****g good," he mutters against me. "Could eat this sweet cunt for hours. Make you come on my tongue over and over."

He pushes two fingers inside me while his tongue works my c**t and I'm already so close.

"You're dripping down my hand," he says. "So wet for me. Love how responsive you are. How your body reacts to every touch."

He adds a third finger, stretching me, and curls them to hit that spot while his mouth gets more insistent on my c**t.

"Damien—I'm gonna—"

"Do it. Come all over my face. Want to taste it. Want to feel this tight p***y squeeze my fingers."

I shatter, crying out, my whole body shaking. He licks me through it, groaning like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

When I can breathe again, he's crawling up my body, mouth glistening.

"Condom?" he asks.

"I'm clean and on birth control if you are."

"Got tested last week hoping this would happen. I'm clean."

"Then I want to feel you. All of you."

His eyes flash dark and possessive. "You want my bare c**k inside you? Want me to fill this p***y with my c*m?"

"Yes—please—"

He positions himself at my entrance, the thick head of his c**k pressing against me. "This is going to be intense. You're tight and I'm not small."

"I can take it."

"We'll see." He pushes forward slowly, and the stretch is immediate and intense.

"Breathe," he says, watching my face. "Relax for me. Let me in."

I try, but he's so big and it's been so long and—

"f**k, you're tight," he groans. "Squeezing my c**k like you don't want to let me in."

"It's just—you're—"

"I know. But you can take it." He pushes deeper and I gasp. "That's it. Open up for me. Let me fill this perfect pussy."

He sinks in another inch and I'm already feeling impossibly full.

"Halfway," he says, voice strained. "You're doing so good, baby. Taking my c**k so well."

"More—want all of you—"

He pushes forward in one hard thrust, bottoming out, and we both cry out.

"Holy f**k," he groans. "So tight. So f*****g perfect. Feel like heaven."

He holds still, letting me adjust, and I'm breathing hard, overwhelmed by how full I feel.

"Okay?" he asks.

"Move. Please move."

He pulls almost all the way out and I feel every inch, and then he slams back in hard.

"Yes—f**k—like that—"

He sets a brutal pace, f*****g me hard and deep, and I'm making sounds I've never made before.

"This what you needed?" he demands. "Needed your professor's c**k stretching this tight cunt? Needed me to f**k you properly?"

"Yes—god yes—"

His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing but holding, possessive. "Mine. This p***y is mine now. Say it."

"Yours—all yours—"

"Damn right." His other hand slides down to rub my c**t. "Come on my c**k. Show me you belong to me."

The combination of his c**k hitting that perfect spot, his fingers on my c**t, his hand on my throat—it's too much. I come so hard I see stars, clenching around him.

"f**k—Trinity—your p***y is milking my c**k—gonna make me—"

He slams in deep and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his c*m, groaning my name.

We collapse together, both shaking, and I can feel his c*m leaking out around his still-hard c**k.

"Holy s**t," I manage.

"Yeah." He pulls out slowly and more c*m spills out of me. He watches it with dark, satisfied eyes. "Love seeing my c*m drip out of you. Love knowing I marked you from the inside."

He traces his fingers through the mess, pushing it back inside me, and I whimper.

"Sensitive?"

"Very."

"Good." He kisses me deeply. "Because we're not done. Not even close."

"I can't—I need a minute—"

"You'll get one. But then I'm f*****g you again. Gonna keep filling this p***y until you're overflowing with my c*m. Until you can't walk straight tomorrow."

A promise and a threat, and I want both.